The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.

No-one can function properly without occasional peace and quiet.

You cannot learn what you are made of if you rely on anyone or anything else to help you.

Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I...see...you." A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.

....avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!" -Angela

I have to admit, that's a remarkable bruise. You should be proud; it's quite a feat to get injured in the manner you did and in that...particular...place.